My little sister Regan and I would always fight. It was more a test of wills than physical. In our early teens she was bigger than me and I didn't want her to know I was afraid of her or thought she could beat me so I just sounded tough.
One Halloween when I was 14, her 13 she dared and kinda bullied me into changing clothes with her and going Trick or Treating, me as a girl, her as a boy. She insisted on dressing me, and picked out a really short skirt that barely hid my panties. I had longer hair which she made look like a girls and she did my makeup. I was embarrassed how pretty I looked. It made me feel fragile too.
To make it a costume, she just put some angel wings on me that she had.
My sister wore old blue jeans and a big t-shirt and my baseball cap that hid her face. She walked just like a guy and was real intimidating. Regan dribbled a basket ball and said that was her costume. I was wearing heals and had to walk carefully so she let me hold on to her arm to steady me.
Right away she took charge, and I went way shy. When boys would walk by and look at me not knowing I wasn't a girl I would hold tighter to her and was glad she was there.
At several houses the adults told me I was a pretty little angel. I could tell by how my sister smiled that she liked hearing that. Regan enjoyed being the boy and dribbled the ball down the street while I walked carefully trying not to fall.
After about an hour of Trick or Treating we just accepted our roles it became easy and we realized we weren't fighting. We got along better with Regan in charge. As we headed back home two boys came by and thinking I was a girl said crude things about F-ing an Angel. One flipped my skirt up. Regan shoved him and told him to go F himself. The boy said, Make me, and Regan who was standing just a few feet away, threw the basketball hard hitting him right in the nose making it bleed real bad. Regan turned on the other boy and he backed away. She grabbed my arm and walked me passed them.
We didn't talk for several minutes. I could see Regan was mad. I suddenly realize that my little sister had protected me. Blushing I mumbled thanks. She hugged me and said she wouldn't let anyone hurt her little angel.
That night changed things. Regan took the dominant roll and I didn't mind because I knew inside that was the way it was suppose to be. I was more comfortable with her in charge. We stopped fighting and became good friends. Afterwards when our parents were gone, Regan would bring me a dress and we'd play games where she was my protector and I was her delicate little girl. It wasn't much of a stretch. I love my sister.